Nobody told me there’d be days like these Nobody told me there’d be days like these Nobody told me there’d be days like these Strange days indeed – most peculiar, mama ‘Nobody Told Me’ John Lennon I haven’t really been following a programme for this long distance triathlon. It’s an odd thing how, as the … More Strange days
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild With foam and glitter, and inland among stones The surface of a slate-grey lake … More The Flaggy Shore Beckons
IN WHICH SAOIRSE COMPLETES HER TRIATHLON AT BELVEDERE HOUSE IN MULLINGAR, WE HAVE AN ODD INCIDENT WITH HANDCUFFS, AND WE PUSH THE BOAT OUT ON THE BIKE (IN AN AWFUL MANGLING OF METAPHORS…) Another week closer to the off. Another week’s training. The big news this week was that S did her Triathlon in Belvedere … More I can see your house from here…
IN WHICH THE MIGHTY VIKINGS* FINALLY BOW OUT OF THE EUROS, WE GEAR UP FOR SAOIRSE’S TRIATHLON NEXT WEEK, AND ROUND OFF THINGS WITH A DECENT, IF SOMEWHAT BRUISING SESSION… I have no doubt most Icelandic folk have a pain their holes with the world’s (largely) lazy media descending on their country (if not actually … More Good week, bad week…
I read somewhere in some triathlon book that this whole triathlon lark would give you the body of a Greek god. I can’t recall which book it was, otherwise I’d go back and re-read it, and maybe email the author with a piece of my mind. Just out of interest, I did one of those … More Greek gods and sleeping dogs
IN WHICH THE LONGEST DAY HAS COME AND GONE, WE FALL OFF THE WAGON(ISH), AND WE TRY TO GET SERIOUS WITH THE TRAINING, GIVEN THAT THE CLOCK IS TICK-TOCKING AWAY (BUT LET’S AT LEAST GET THE FOOTIE SORTED FIRST…) It’s Friday. I don’t quite have that Crunchie feeling. It’s been an emotional week, what with Ireland … More It’s downhill all the way…
IN WHICH WE TRY AND MAKE SOME SENSE OF IT ALL, AND REALISE IT MAKES NO SENSE AT ALL, ALL OF WHICH SHOULD BE REMINDING YOU OF ‘STUCK IN THE MIDDLE’ RIGHT ABOUT NOW… I’m really only posting to close off the week. All told, the week’s training has picked up. We had a bit of … More It’s not you, it’s me…
Yeah, this is the sort of crap you come up with when you’re trawling up and down the pool. Last week was not as productive as I would have liked, and it was on my mind. Monday was shaping up to continue the trend, as it was a busy week at work; the desk job, … More All in the legs, all in the mind…
A MUGGY WEEK DRAWS TO A CLOSE WITH AN INJURY SCARE RECEDING, A POOR WEEK’S TRAINING, BUT AT LEAST SOME NEW SHOES… After the ankle roll on Wednesday, I decided it was time to invest in some new runners. In fairness to my old Adidas Energy Boost, they have been great, and there are still … More Ho hum…
As any Irish person knows, Colette was the lady in charge of VT on the original Late Late Show with Gay Byrne. When Uncle Gaybo said “roll it there, Colette” we were about to get a clip of video. Ah those heady days. Anyway. That’s not really got anything to do with, em, anything, really … More Roll it there, Colette…
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